Page 250 of Property of Whiskey

He leaves without looking at me.

I enjoy that more than I should.

Twila stands. “You behaved.”

“Mostly.”

She steps closer. “I saw you start forward.”

Damn woman always waits when she knows I’m about to say something I don’t want to. “I’m learning you don’t need saving from every bruise.”

Her face goes soft again.

“You’re getting smarter.”

“Don’t spread it around.”

“I’m proud.”

“Take it back.”

She laughs.

Then some asshole walks up.

Big guy. Another wrestler. Long hair, no shirt, and way too comfortable inside Twila’s space.

“Twister.”

She turns. “Rhett.”

I already hate Rhett.

He smiles at her. “You killed it.”

“Thanks.”

Then he puts one hand around her waist. My entire attention narrows to that hand. Twila sees me. Does absolutely nothing. She’s enjoying this.

I know it.

Rhett leans closer. “You coming to Nashville next month?”

“Maybe.”

“We should ride together.”

My teeth grind.

Twila glances at me and smiles sweetly.

Beth.

This is revenge for Beth.

Little fucking menace.

I step closer. “Hand.”